Rita Valkerry

Fifteen Years of Letters

Such is the persistence of pen pals, Eliza had written Jonathon every day for 15 years, and every day, he had written back, barring some obstructions that had crossed their path, the broken-down car, the hospitalization, the week that her mother had died. It had become part of a ritual so deeply embedded in her day that no day seemed quite complete without sending one missive across the water, knowing that its echo would return to her later in the day.